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Originally I had planned to see the 1:15 showing of The King’s Speech for this week’s installment of Thursday Afternoon Movie Club but that premise was scrapped so Fehmeen could attend prior to her three o’clock appointment.

We settled on attending the 11:15 screening of How Do You Know. Approximately forty-two minutes into the film, we decided that enduring another second of this cinematic disaster would have most likely resulted in somebody not in the TAM Club — somebody who was actually guffawing at the lame excuse of a script — getting hurt by one or more members of our typically happy-go-lucky party.

Juan, Fehmeen, and I arrived home from the show at roughly one o’clock. About four bites into my Whole Foods mashed potatoes, Juan received an urgent phone call from his pregnant wife who explained to him that the new baby was on his way NOW!!!

The second time father-to-be got the hell out of Dodge to accompany his wife in the delivery room, leaving Fehmeen to feed me my lunch while Emma paraded down the hall in her cute little light-up, high-heeled shoes.

And it would have turned out very differently if we didn’t walk out of that terrible movie when we did.

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Seriously: Worst. Movie. Ever. (And yes, John & I actually managed to sit through the whole thing. I was convinced that it *had* to get better. But boy, was I wrong.)

It was so badly written that it made the entire cast – including Nicholson – look like a bunch of student-film rookie actors. I’m even more appalled that James L. Brooks – with such a stellar track record – could create such a piece of crap.

Good call for premature evacuation, Jas. And congrats to Juan and his family!